Ji Tianfan grabbed her neck and stared at her beautiful face. His eyes were full of despair, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips: "Okay, very good, Xia Langyue, I will fight you to death in this life and the next life."
Her long hair was flying, and her face was flushed abnormally due to his actions, which gave her face a coquettish beauty. She raised a smile, with a poppy-like temptation: "Okay." It didn't matter, just like her heartlessness.
Ji Tianfan's heart sank completely. The moment he pressed on her, he heard the sound of his own heart dying.